Chapter 1 of

A Flower During The Storm.

"This is Me"

My mother had handed me a diary before I left for the train this morning.

She had said exactly "Write all of your memories inside it, I done it, so did your sister and I want it to be a part of me to guide with you during your stay, please".

My mother was a fantastic woman, quite old but determination to do everything for family, she loved my sister and myself along with our father who was currently speaking to the steward.

My father was an accountant, nothing spectacular to anyone but he worked hard and was a fantastic father.

I could see a strain with my constant travelling away for months on end, it was effecting my father with grey hairs and my mother crying when my sister and I argued.

Anyway back to the diary, it was leather with embellished flowers of my family.

It was a occurrence in females of my mother's side seeing as my mother's name was Rose, my Grandmother's name being Poppy. I loved it, it felt me feel more connected to my family whilst I was away.

It was night now though, I had endured the train ride without my unknown male counterpart, who was supposed to help me to lecture the newly chosen prefects.

I still had my friends, who meant the world and I would die in a blink of an eye for, they meant everything to me. It was funny as my favourite professor put it, we all had different hair colours – blonde,black,brown and auburn which my own hair. We met in our house tower all those years ago in 1971.

It was now 1977.

My headteacher, such an inspiration had said during his annual speech about light versus dark, the need to know who you spoke to and not taking risks.

We are at war as he put it.

And my name was Lily Marie Evans, the new Head Girl, Gryffindor, Lover of Charms, Potions and Freedom, and I was Muggle-born.

Nothing was going to stop me, I was a witch.

Who was top of her year and Lord Voldemort was wanting to kill people,

like me.